It took her days to travel through the mountain range, moving south until the landscape became thickly forested with impossibly large trees. Every now and then, the pale she-wolf would look up in awe, marveling at the world. She had never seen anything quite like it, for the mountains she knew were rocky and sparse, slicing through the taiga without want for mercy or greenery. There was an abundance of small prey, more than she had ever seen in her short life. To Muses, this was paradise.
Where the mountains began to flatten, there was an expanse of rolling hills, and beyond that, a flattened prairie valley. It was snowy as far as the eye could see, but stems of tall grass occasionally breached the white, crystalline surface. Muses flared her nostrils, scenting the air with deep interest. There were no caves or crevices to hide in, but if she curled up in the snow, she would easily be missed.
Weary from her long journey, she scouted out an agreeable nook not too far from the river that she had followed from the mountains. At the very least, she wouls be able to rest her weary paws until dusk, when she would travel again.
Sep 10, 2017 06:46 PM
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